The Hunters Daughter

"Chapter 1"

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A/N: This is my first Walking Dead Fan Fiction. Please Read and Review!

A/N 2: I'm going a different route, not all the events that happen in the show may happen in this story.

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It was late afternoon and school had been out for over an hour as I sat in the waiting area outside the principals office at Sedalia Middle School. My father Daryl was in her office trying to keep me from being expelled. My name is Allison Dixon and I'm thirteen years old, I had sandy blonde hair and blue eyes.

"Let's go Ally" My father said stepping out of the office of Mrs Winchester a women in her late sixties, she had Grey hair and always wore tweed skirts, white blouses, I saw her as I left the office, her face full of disapproval.

I climbed into the passenger seat of his truck, our basset hound Charlie greeted me with kisses and begged for attention. My father climbed into the passenger side and we sat in silence until we reached the trailer park where we lived with my grandfather Will Dixon, I really hoped he wasn't home, I hated that man, I believed the only reason we stayed was cause someone had to make sure he didn't kill himself with his drinking.

"I'm sorry." I tearfully told him petting Charlie who let out a low whimper, he could sense the tension in the truck.

There was a group of girls where part of the popular crowd and many of them lived on the good side of Sedalia as they called it, one of the girls Sarah loved to pick on me, today she went to far and I lost my temper and hit her hard in the face.

"Your suspended for two weeks" He told me angrily "Get out and go to your room!"

I hurriedly went into the trailer and I heard the TV on and saw my grandfather sitting in his favorite chair with a beer, he was wearing a white shirt and dirty blue jeans. He was watching football as usual. I quickly went to my room before he had any chance of seeing or saying anything to me.

I laid down on my bed and reached under my pillow and found the only picture I had of my mother and I. My parents were childhood sweethearts, they dated but never married and when I was born they tried to make things work but in the end they broke up. When I was five years old she passed away from a congenital heart defect and I missed her a lot.

"I miss you mama." I kissed the photo like I did every night.

"Allison" my father opened my door a few hours later letting Charlie in, the dog hopped on my bed and laid down next to me as if to guard me "Your actions are not going unpunished"

"Am I going to get a spanking." I asked him sitting up. Maybe I should take the time to say that my Daddy never beat me or anything. In fact, he only took my over his knee a handful of times.

"As much as I think you deserve it, I'm not going to spank you." he walked into my room and sat down in the chair next to my desk "Your grounded until further notice and if I ever hear about you getting into anymore fights I won't hesitate to put you over my knee."

"I'm really sorry daddy." I tearfully told him.

"Why did you hit her?" he asked me semi calmly. I really didn't want to talk about it, I laid back down and started to cry. "Hey Ally, what's going on?"

"She always making fun of me." I told him "She was calling me horrible things and telling people that mama left me cause she didn't love me."

"Why didn't you tell me this was going on?" He asked me sitting on my bed.

"I tried to but last week but you were busy working on your truck and you just told me to ignore it." I told him a little miffed at his forgetfulness "She kept pushing and pushing, I tried to ignore her but she made me so mad that I lost my temper."

"Your right you did try and tell me, I'm sorry I didn't listen" My father looked a little guilty "Ally, next time you have problem like this you need to make me listen. Getting into fights is not you."

"You and Uncle Merle get into fights all the time." I told him.

"Still no excuse for what you did, your lucky they aren't filing charges against you" my father told me. "While your suspended your going to write an apology letter to her and deliver personally, got it."

"Yes sir" I told hm with a small smile, I really didn't want to ever speak to her again.

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A week later I was watching the news and it was talking about incidents of people biting and attempting to eat other people. At a funeral in Savannah a man had died and woke up during the funeral and attacked the priest. Officials told the news that it was just people on drugs or bath salts, nothing strange was going on. To weeks later there were more reports of the dead coming back to life. Officials were trying to keep people calm and to report anything to local police.

"Gra..Will" I turned to my grandfather, I wasn't allowed to call him grandad or grandpa, I made the mistake of doing that once and he slapped me telling me never to call him that again. "You don't think the dead will come and hurt us will they"

"No, besides why would they eat an ugly thing like you" my grandfather laughed.

"Dad" My father was sitting at the kitchen table reading, looked over at his father who was lounging on the couch.

"I'm just having fun with ya Allison" my grandfather laughed "Get me another beer Kid!"

"Maybe they'll come for him" I quietly told my father.

"Ally" My father gave me one of his you better knock it off or else glares.

"Sorry" I told him and reached for the last beer in the refrigerator.

In the coming weeks things were getting worse and worse and government officials were at a loss of what to. I turned on the radio and I heard an emergency broadcast telling people to remain calm and to head for Atlanta, there they would find food, shelter and medical attention if needed. I was scared, I went to the door to make sure it was secure outside I could see people packing their belongings.

"Ally!" I heard my father calling me name.

"What is it?" I stepped out of my bedroom and found him and my Uncle Merle grabbing a bunch of plastic bags.

"Get packed, grab as much as you can" he told me and saw my face "It's going to be ok, just stay calm and hurry"

"Where's Will" I asked him. I saw the look on my fathers face, he had gonna hunting earlier this morning and I knew he was dead.

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We packed clothes, camping gear and food, On the way I saw bodies laying in the street, I saw overturned cars and trucks, on the way out of town we saw some people getting attacked by a group of Walkers and this scared me, My father told me not to panic and to keep the door locked and the windows closed. A few days later we joined up with another group of survivors at a quarry miles outside of Atlanta.

"Ally" My father walked up to me as I was putting my shoes on outside our tent "I asked Mrs Grimes to watch out for you while I go hunting and Merle goes to Atlanta.

"I want to go with you" I told him. He's never taken me hunting before, I've always wanted him to.

"Nah I need you to stay here and be good." He told me grabbing his crossbow.

"Am I still grounded" I asked him, I had been over three weeks since the fight I had with Sarah from school, I never knew what happened to her.

"We'll discuss it when I come back tomorrow, k?" He told me and I watched as he stepped into the woods.

I was bored the entire afternoon, I hated math and I hated school. Carl and Sophia were nice and after lessons we ran around the camp, played cards and just hung out. It was nice having friends, I didn't have many back home. A car alarm had caught our attention and we watched as Glenn got out of the car and told everyone that they others were on there way. I watched as a white van drove up minutes later. I watched as Andrea, Morales, T-Dog, Jacqui greet the others, I heard Carl call someone dad and saw him run up to some guy in a police uniform.

"Where's my Uncle" I asked. That night around the campfire I sat in silence, I couldn't eat, Mrs Grimes tried to give me some food but I simply refused to take any of it. Rick had explained what had happened and I knew my Uncle could be a little crazy at times but he didn't deserve what happened to him.

"Have you all given any thought to Daryl Dixon?" Dale asked that night while we sat around the camp fire. "He's not gonna be happy his brother got left behind"

"I dropped the key." T-Dog said. "It's on me."

"I'm the one who cuffed him to the roof." Rick interjected. "That makes it mine"

"Guys, it's not a competition." Glenn said. "I don't mean to bring race into this" He looked over at T-Dog. "but I think it might sound better coming from a white guy."

"I did what I did." T-Dog said. "Hell if I'm gonna hide from it."

"We could lie." Amy said.

"Or tell the truth." Andrea's told us. "Merle was outta control. If someone hadn't done something, he would've gotten us all killed." Andrea's eyes went from mine to Lori's. "Your husband did what was necessary, and if Merle got left behind it was no one's fault but Merle's."

"And that's what we tell Daryl?" Dale asked, shaking his head. "I don't see a rational discussion to be had from that, do you?"

He looked around. "Word to the wise: we're gonna have our hands full when he gets back from his hunt."

"I'm really sorry Allison" T-Dog gave me a smile. "I was scared and I ran"

"We were all scared." Andrea said. "We all ran. What's your point?"

"I stopped long enough to chain that door." T-Dog replied. "That staircase is narrow, only half dozen geeks could squeeze in there at one time, and that ain't enough to break through it. Not that chain, not that padlock. My point is, Dixon's alive. He's still up there handcuffed to that roof. And that's on all of us."

"Why don't you stay with us tonight" Mrs Grimes suggested. "I don't think you should be alone"

"I really am sorry" Rick told me. "I promise I'll back in the morning to get him"

I spent the early morning in the RV, I couldn't eat breakfast I felt sick was worry about my Uncle having to the spend the night handcuffed to a roof, anything could of happened to him during the night, I hoped he was still alive. Rick told me last night they he would go back and get him, I hoped he was telling the truth.

"Merle! Ally!" I heard the voice of my father shout. "Merle! get your ugly ass out here! I got us some squirrels; let's stew 'em up!"

"Daddy!" I ran to him in tears, I hugged him tightly.

"Hey...hey what's wrong?" He asked me.

"It's Uncle Merle" I told him tearfully.

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TO BE CONTINUED